I always find ways
To take the scenic route,
Towards being somewhat close to at least half ready
To leave the house and start my work day.
But rushing is stressful and boring.
So I allow plenty of space and time
For distractions of my own creation.
I feel sweet this morning,
Like damp candy floss.
Making my fingers sticky,
And my teeth hum.
Unzip my jacket. Slowly. Outside in the cold.
Bare my warm skin to the winter wind and let loose my hidden charms.
Expose me, show off my stripes, my joys and my sorrows.
My soul finds purchase in my flesh and holds me tight from the outside in,
And the inside out.
It is now time to look at what has always been obscured, what has always been blurred, ignored, brushed aside, overlooked, and shamed into oblivion. See what you have been leaving out of the picture.
Don’t just explore the obvious; look beyond to what is not immediately apparent, and in that space, you will find your healing.
❤xoxoxo The Empress xoxoxo❤
Certain family members always comment on my lips.
“You have your cousin Carol’s lips”, they would say.
“They are thin.”
So I always thought my lips were thin, because that is what I was told….
Two barely pink lines… that apparently belong to someone else.
But I think they are wrong about MY lips.
Not only do they belong to me, but they are kinda juicy and delicious. Maybe they aren’t very plump or pouty, but they are sumptuous and they are MINE.
Awash in golden light.
I bend and flicker like the flame of a candle.
I burn and devour all that I touch,
All that I breathe upon,
All that passes through my mind, my scorching open heart.
I am awash in golden light,
And my soul glows like a white-hot coal in the centre of the fire.
Velvety pink dreamy creamy lushness
Between my thighs.
All over my body.
Wrapping my insides and outsides in swathes of rosy softness.
She is paradise in panties.
She is fire in fishnet.
She is bodacious in black lace.